Wei Guang looked exactly the same since the last time Chenghai had seen him.
Older, sure. More tired around the eyes. A little harder in the face than the man he remembered from their squad days, but still built like a man who expected the world to get out of his way if he stared at it long enough.
The colonel stopped several feet from the porch and looked Chenghai over from head to slipper-covered foot. His gaze paused on the coffee mug, then moved to the mansion behind him, then back to the coffee again.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Wei said.
Chenghai lifted his cup before he took another sip. "Good morning to you too."
Wei stared at him for another second before letting out a short laugh that didn't sound amused as much as disbelieving. "I gave you information, supplies, and enough warning to keep your head attached to your body, and this is where you ended up? Drinking coffee on a mansion porch in slippers?"
